"If you aren't placing an order for a weapon, step aside. I'm still training my apprentices here, and don't have time for small talk."
"I am ordering, who said I'm not?"
Happy Stick quickly turned his gaze, pulled out a small bag of gold coins from his spiritual energy bag and tossed it onto the table nearby. He said to the two players who were obsessed with blacksmithing and surrounded by several NPC apprentices:
"I'm planning to form a guild and use this opportunity to requisition a batch of standard weapons for my brothers."
"Oh, a rich man, huh."
The nearby "Broken Sword Master" picked up the bag, glanced at it, and said:
"What style of weapon are you thinking of ordering? Also, we have a lot of orders right now, so you'll probably have to wait around half a month to receive your goods."
"I'm in no rush."
Stick Brother said with a chuckle:
"Plus, I don't want these ordinary weapons for novices. Can you guys create well-crafted weapons with special attributes?"
